Anyways, today, for the Psychology project, we visited Bal Anand, a home for destitute and abandoned children. We spoke to the lady in charge and once we were done with the interview, we went to meet the kids. The younger one's were shy, though there were a few enthusiastic and interactive ones. The babies regarded us as though we were strange beings from outer space. And the slightly older ones...well they were a friendly lot. We sang ABCD....with them, and some nursery rhymes....they introduced themselves and when I introduced myself their first reaction was .. Abhishek?? Bachchan!! And then a few of them forgot my name but remembered the Bachchan surname and so they began calling Amitabh Bachchan. They were simply fantastic. I am definitly gonna visit them more often. For somebody who has been abandoned, they seemed pretty content and cheerful. Brought tears to my eyes, but I didn't cry in front of them cause that would make them realise that I was feeling sad for them. We, the fortunate ones, have everything, we take things for granted and yet we are never content. But these children, who have no parents, who've been abandoned, these kids, they are so happy and content with their lives. One often needs a child to remind you that all the material possessions that all of us crave, want, and some of us commit atrocities and crimes for, are all fleeting. All we need to do, is to peer into a child's innocent mind to realise this most common fact of life. Our society is divided, on the basis of caste, colour, wealth, sex...why...why all this division when the end is common to us all, Death is common to us all. Death is the same to a white man and a dark man, to a rich man and a poor man. So why do we differentiate, divide? Is it because we like to feel a false sense of power. Does a white man flog a black man so that he can be proud that he has control over another HUMAN BEING? Having control over another human being is not that big a deal cause we aren't the greatest y'know, we're just full of ourselves. And why is someone proud of the power he wields, the power to control ANOTHER human being. Often, the most powerful are those who are able to control themselves and not those who are able to control others. Anyways, however powerful one may become...there is always a power greater than all powers, the greatest of all powers - Death. For death brings balance; discrimination ends with Death and hence death is the power that brings balance to the human thought and mindset. So maybe Death is not such a bad thing after all.
I don't know if you guys would have got my point. It is vague. I am sorry if it is too philosophical for your tastes but the point of all this is too analyse one of the many wrong things that human thought has created - discrimination; the gift of thought has corrupted us to such an extent that I don't even know whether to call it a gift anymore.